User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/Death and Darkness RPG/@comment-4677325-20120309010204

It is midnight. Captain Fretter Swordlance stands on top of a sand dune, looking over his camp. All of the hares were asleep except for those detailed on guard duty. The 32nd Division of the Long Patrol were on their daily patrol around the borders of Mossflower Woods, and they had decided to make camp among the sand dunes. The campfires had turned to glowing embers, dying slowly, but still giving off little smoke. Swordlance sighs and looks toward the horizon. Mossflower was not the same as it used to be. There had been an abundance of evil growing... from pillaged and ransacked villages to many creatures of all sorts being killed in many ways that would frighten anybeast half to death. He sits down and continues to watch over the camp.